“What the fuck is this?”
“I saw it and it made me think of you!”
“This? Made you think ofme?”
“Well yeah! Cause you’re an artist! And this is clearly art!”
The shirt is black on the back but the front is nothing but color. There’s a space background with different colored planets and stars, a cat riding a dinosaur who’s puking up a rainbow into the open mouth of a dolphin and the words ‘don’t worry be happy’. It makes no sense at all but it’s silly. Therefore, I think Duncan needs to wear it.
Duncan shakes his head at me, looking at the shirt fondly. “Wanna know something?”
“What?”
“I love you,” he says before pulling me forward. I chuckle, climbing into his lap. His strong arms wrap around me, running up my spine until they’re stopping at the back of my head, pulling me down into a kiss.
I’m swept away in the kiss, giving myself fully to my mate. His tongue is in my mouth, his hands are in my hair, and his cock is pressing against my ass. We make out like that, rutting against each other, lost in the sea of pleasure we’re giving each other.
That is, until Duncan’s phone vibrates. He pulls away with a groan, checking it. His body goes tense beneath me.
“Shit. My parents are on their way.”
“Fuck,” I gasp out, leaping out of Duncan’s lap, throwing myself towards our bedroom.
“Slow down! We have time!”
“I have to make sure I’m presentable! This is the first time I’m meeting them!”
As I rush through getting ready, my heart is bright with affection at the sound of Duncan’s sunshiney, music-like chuckles.
By the time Duncan’s parents arrive, lunch is ready and we’re both dressed and presentable. I can tell Duncan is nervous, but he’s holding it together really well. I’m so proud of how much he’s found his confidence since our mating.
“Hello, Mother. Hello, Father.”
“Duncan! It’s so wonderful to see you again,” his mother says, grabbing his cheeks and kissing each of them. Then she turns towards me. “And this must be your lovely mate. I’m so incredibly delighted to finally meet you, Viktor.”
“You too, ma’am.”
“Oh, none of that,” she says, pulling me into a tight hug. I squeak as she squeezes. Then she pulls back, kissing each of my cheeks. “Please call me Mother.”
I swallow thickly, nodding my head. “Okay.”
“Son,” Duncan’s father says, shaking his hand. Then he turns towards me, doing the same. “You may call me Father. Or Mister McAlp if you’d prefer. I have no preference.”
Wow. Okay. I can see why Duncan ran into the arts. His parents seem lovely, but even I can see they’re quite formal and uptight. They’re missing the whimsy of life!
I’m glad I can bring some silly to Duncan’s life.
“Please come in, get comfortable,” I say, gesturing towards the living room. Mister McAlp is carrying a bag of gifts and he drops them off by the tree before sitting on the couch beside his mate.
I grab Duncan’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. He gives me a soft smile before we walk into the living room, following his parents.
Being the host, I make sure everyone has a warm drink before we start to divide up the gifts. Duncan’s parents give us expensive household appliances. One of them is a new espresso machine. I’ll have to compare it to the one Brock owns, since he’s the proud owner of a coffee food truck.
“Here you guys go,” I say softly, passing them over the gift that Duncan and I made for them. “This is for both of you from the both of us.”
They slowly peel the paper away. “What’s this?” Duncan’s mom asks softly, her voice shaking.
They’re holding a little picture frame. Inside is a painting of a onesie that says ‘grandma and grandpa’s pride and joy’ with a pair of little sneakers. I helped pick the frame but Duncan did all the art for it. It’s adorable and I’m so incredibly proud of what he created.
